journey called life

  Dear dost or should I say readers ...... because blog has certainly increased the horizon of my friends list ...........My friends are based several seas away...someone in Hongkong as well as boys based in Port-au -prince are leafing through my writings....feels good.... But...writing seems to be a dicey game ....I am winning some new admirers .....but at the same time losing some trusted friends....awfully bad......... Do not compare my blogs to controversial Hindi movies.....I am reminiscing about some of the best times I spent in the company of my loved ones...though these blogs contain truth......but they depict only my version of story.....and truth is never absolute.....it is always in relative terms...... One more fact while writing this blog ......I remembered few instances that were narrated to me by others.......but I won't write them here ....because that will be like cheating in a Board exam.....which I don't approve of....my story needs to have my rustic touc...

Dear readers, Writing something is like sweating after a hectic game of basketball.Emotions are same , you feel rejuvenated after putting same ball in same basket many times.Same is the case with writing,you write in same language with same 26 alphabets.You pour out your heart in the words,however here you can choose not to be repetitive like basketball. I still vividly remember the days when I used to write occasional letters to some of my friends way back in 90's.Nowadays phones doesn't give that pleasure. Words come from mouth while you talk on phone, it comes out from the heart when you write a letter.This is the beauty of written words,which my generation is missing nowadays. Boys of my generation strategically belongs to both worlds.......it means we boys whose age is in and around 30 yrs......have seen the change first hand...we can recall days before advent of Internet,Mobile phones,satellite TV......THESE ARE THE THREE COMPONENTS OF 21st Century which a ...

Dear dost, Last week when I wrote the finale of Neta's marriage, I was apprehensive about the response.I expected nothing.But, to my utter surprise I received few bouquets and several brickbats for writing a sloppy story. Some questioned my command over this Queen's language, some abused me for using so much FUCKING words inspired by Delhi Belly. Nevertheless , I received few encouraging words from some unexpected quarters. That is precisely the reason why I am doing this again.You can like it or you don't. But some stories are waiting to come out from the womb of a computer.So, these stories will take shape like aliens in Resident Evil.You can not stymie the growth of a brand new Species once they have entered our atmosphere. An idea is like a seed of wheat,it will grow herself and feed you on your vitreous glass dining table. So, the journey to a hidden treasure is about to begin. Girdle up your loins ....simply said ..get ready .....Bon Voyage. ...